| Feel my hip hop, this is the hit that, this is the anthem that will make flipe
rap is our all hands in the air
because this music is not made for dancing
Feel my hip hop, this is the hit that, this is the anthem that will make flipe
rap is our all hands in the air
because this music is not made for dancing
It serves as command rap back, a group of colleagues since and forever
mas bue we do not understand us?
únteme poison, your promo to see reindeer
pure dream, structure and I'm as hard as steel
returned to the Statute and not taught anything new or useful
my rap is not subtle, it ah go into fashion as the puti-club
I am a pitbull not envy me fear me
those who claim to have so many eggs in the street do not have
your shit better photoblog plate depresses me,
looking for attention and without mentioning they do not,
leave your gilipolleses (...)
speak evil of that criticism but you are like her
hypocritical do not mess where nobody calls you, this is rap
if you do not like to cry and sees your ma-ma
se os cae la ba-ba
your shit be good as you,
but not argued,
so not worth a shit,
the Porta!
I open mouths as the new is about
nobody can love me that no one can stop me I will not quit even though many
I try and lie saying they're going to kill my rap
I send greetings to all those people live
postscript: Porta fondly, sincerely.
Feel my hip hop, this is the hit that, this is the anthem that will make flipe
rap is our all hands in the air
because this music is not made for dancing
Feel my hip hop, this is the hit that, this is the anthem that will make flipe
rap is our all hands in the air
because this music is not made for dancing |
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